Puscar The Cat Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Wrapped in a gentle shawl of love
and placed under the apple tree
with flowers to your side
and an angel to guard
as your best friends,
your family, said farewell.
The breaking heart only an
echo of love known and given.

A Cat? No, a friend and pal,
always there, to elicit love,
and space, with a purr
your love and presence,
of living mindfulness.

Just yourself as miaow,
or purr, contentment in being,
with your marmalade coat,
your fox fur, patrolling your
estate and abode and observing,
like a philosopher,
essential being.

You were a teacher of love and waiting,
a cat? A philosopher surely, with
your knowing to eat, sleep, and be.
Now your miaow is a symphony,
your purr, a cantata,
your absence a presence and
reminder, to wait, and be,
rooted in the now of eternity.

Puscar- a teaching cat?
a philosopher.
'All creation waits with
eagerness for the kingdom'.
Purring, discerning, and
in mindfulness,
like a cat.